The Boy


I took a walk outside like a usual day,
and I saw a sad boy looking my way.
I walked on by without a sound,
but I heard a cry making me turn 'round.
I looked at the bench where he once sat,
he was nowhere in sight making the earth look flat.
I walked on again fearing the night,
wishing I could go back and make things right.

Please tell the dear boy, somewhere out there,
tell him I'm here, I'm here and I care.
I made a mistake that I cannot fix,
the boy will go on playing his tricks.
Tricks on his life he'll never be wed to husband or wife,
never have a chance to live without strife.
For he was overpowered by struggles often,
he'll write his prayers on the lid of a coffin.

I wept and wept from that day on,
no rays of light ever came from the sun.
I sat on the bench where the boy once cried,
and I wrote him a poem after he died.
Now I can only hope that somehow he flew
into a better world that he never knew.

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